Open Fortress

RIP Mr. Correl

This is a poem I made a while ago. Though it's not that good, I had meant to give it to one of my favorite teachers; Mr. Correl. He left his life and family to teach, and now, a couple months later, we have been given the notice that he went to Thailand to teach there and died. His fellow teacher friends and his many student friends (and his fan club) all went to the assembly we had in his honor.

Last year I was a mess.

Couldn't see numbers without a set.

Word problems used to kill me,

made my hair go all frizzy.

I've always liked math class,

but I never learned a lot.

Though I knew I'd always pass

you made me work to solve the plot.

This year it was a challenge,

and I liked it a lot.

I think I've really fallen

for numbers, lines, and plots.

This is my new one;

Our school will never be the same, without your adventurous nature.

To fly all the way here, you surely were a brave one.

But I will not talk in past tense, for you'll never be forgotten.

In your classroom we'll think of you every single moment.

As we never thought it possible, that someone could suddenly dissapear

but your mark will never fade, you have changed our simple will.

When you'd yell at Caryl to get out, when we made a joke you'd always smile

then on recess we'd go brag, and smile the entire way back.

When others would whine, we got homework, two or five.

When on quizzes you'd find, a way to make us pass

and all those perfect scores showed how much of a good teacher you are.

Though sad you went away, you changed our lives every day

inspired me to practice more, to never give up, to forever hold a perfect score.

I meant to give it to you as I promised, Mr. Correl. I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise, but I hope you somehow get this. Rest in peace.

Att: Your student, Ale.

PS for all you dirty minded people, no I didn't have a crush on my teacher.